Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Netherlands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Raincoats to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Con Funk Shun,
The Names,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fat Boys,
Cameo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Patti Smith,
The Five Americans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stetsasonic,
Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Rundgren,
Audionom,
Al Stewart,
Japan,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Iggy Pop,
Erasure,
ABC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q65,
Boredoms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
The Cowsills,
Barbara Tucker,
Bush Tetras,
Anthony Braxton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul Sonic Force,
Intrusion,
Severed Heads,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magma,
Reagan Youth,
cv313,
Tres Demented,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magazine,
World's Most,
the Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arab on Radar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Section 25,
Sun City Girls,
OOIOO,
Skriet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacques Brel,
Leonard Cohen,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.